Publishing Success

27 Mar
March 27, 2014

 

Show me a writer who doesn’t want publishing success, and I will eat both her and my laptop.  3 things to set you on the path to publishing success started me considering more thoroughly  why the wish to be published is both important and legitimate. I realized that there are multifarious (where has that word been all my life?!) reasons why I want to succeed as a writer.

I want to be read

One of them is that I want to be read. I write not as a way of self- healing- help- or therapy, although I undoubtedly could have benefited from that too… On the contrary I have grown increasingly fond of my acquired insanity and imperfections, and actually believe that they are a valuable part of who I am. Besides, there are so many other subjects I’d rather focus on. Themes that are relevant to a wider circle than my immediate self and the voices in my head.  Read more →

Indian Soap Opera

15 Feb
February 15, 2014

Or: 79 steps to clean clothes or:Bum scratching man and his disgusted missus

In India, 53.3 % of the households sport a mobile phone, less than 20 % own a washer and only 11.9 % have access to a toilet connected to a sewage system. Clean tap water is not an Indian authority priority and consequently the cause of constant laundry and other logistic challenges.

Always on my mind... water

Always on my mind… water

And to add to the fun: In Tamil Nadu, current is a commodity about as reliable as desert rain and predictable as a 5-year-old on speed.  Read more →

Travelling Light

21 Dec
December 21, 2013

I don’t think I’ll ever become a light traveller. Believe me, I’ve tried: I limit shoes and clothes to a minimum and I have a PhD in finding travel sized items: toothbrush, shampoo, lotion, flash light, towel, computer, you name it. I even remove all unnecessary packaging, and apart from my guide books, all my reading is digital.

In spite of my efforts, however, my suitcase invariably (and mysteriously) ends up weighing in at the maximum permissible – or more – and brings desperation to the faces of the poor unknowing souls who offer to shift the slightly built, but heavily luggaged lady’s case for her. Read more →

Incredible India

03 Dec
December 3, 2013

I never thought I had the capacity to perspire much, but I’m in the process of learning otherwise. India, however tenuous its claims to democracy may be in many respects, is equally generous to everyone when it comes to the opportunity to perspire and expire.

Perched on my seat in a war- and weather beaten bus, I therefore have no choice, but to slowly surrender my body to its hot, damp state. Through the open window, gusts of air reach my feverish forehead, creating a fleeting sensation of release from the clinging heat. Read more →

Turkish Delights

23 Sep
September 23, 2013

“I don’t understand Turkey”, I said, when I finally came up for air. The hotel attendant’s apperently simple question: “What do you think about our country?” had hit me in the gut and left me dumbfounded. He threw back his head and laughed: “No one understands Turkey, not even us Turks!”

Which is not hard to believe about a country the size of Sweden and Norway combined. The 80 million inhabitants outnumber the two Scandinavian countries by a factor of 5.3, and comprise, according to a young Turkish guide, no less than 25 ethnic groups. Read more →

Pro Animal

09 Jul
July 9, 2013

I’d simply had a smashing day: I’d been peed, pooped, and to top it all off, vomited on. And not only had I instantly forgiven the monster that did this to me, I’d even held it, petted it and fallen head-over-heals in love with it.

The I-wanna-be-your-mum-provokingly adorable Rollie, together with his sister Rosali, was travelling to Germany, and the first leg of their journey was by car from  Valle Gran Rey to San Sebastian. On a road with so many hairpin turns that it just barely avoided tying a knot on itself. Read more →

All About Attitude

10 May
May 10, 2013

Standing on the side of the road, knee deep in muddy soil, amidst patches of snow and ice, she takes a load of shit.  Most people don’t even see her, and if they do, pay her no attention as they hasten by. Unwittingly spraying her with their murky waters. Unknowingly missing out on her magic personality. Read more →

Shit Shake

10 May
May 10, 2013
Before Shit Shake

Before Shit Shake

A Shit Shake is a shake to shake shit off. It may be used in all kinds of situations, with all kinds of shit. Shit Shaking has the advantage of relieving you of the shit something or someone has imposed on you, in the process reawakening and strengthening all the happy muscles in your system. A Shit Shake has no set steps or moves. The wilder and crazier a Shit Shake is, the better. Preferably, all body parts should be involved, simultaneously or in turn.

After Shit Shake

After Shit Shake

Shit Shaking may, if no other option is available, also be done with a hand or even one finger. Shit Shaking may be carried out with or without music. The main thing is the intent; determinedly and efficiently ridding oneself, or somebody else, of shit.

La Gomera, Valle Gran Rey – La Merica – Arure

28 Mar
March 28, 2013

«Consider the heat,» warned my newly befriended local, Dominique. Somewhat skeptical about my intention to walk from La Calera at the bottom of Valle Gran Rey, up La Merica to Arure, at about 800 m above sea level, “…it’s really blistering today”.

I had studied the map and made up my mind; I had some excess energy to dispose of, and besides, my guidebook promised a breathtaking experience in more ways than one. I told her not to worry; I would take it easy and bring water, nuts and dried fruits.

Half way up, I could have kicked myself… Read more →

La Gomera

15 Mar
March 15, 2013

Despite the fact that I had been travelling since three in the morning, sleep was not an option in my current position: My knees draped somewhere in the neighborhood of my ears, my bulging backpack in close proximity to my kidneys. From the look and feel of it, the bus taking us from Tenerife airport to the harbour in Los Cristianos, had been designed for pygmies with severe cases of inhibited growth.

The other passengers did not seem to be faring much better, so the relief was palpable throughout the vehicle when it came to an abrupt halt.

Yellow Flower

Yellow Flower

The bus driver, who clearly was not in favor of prolonged farewells, promptly disposed of passengers and luggage. He waved in the general direction of the sea, said something incoherently about a ship, and shot off.

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